Lucy Andover Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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But my friends until you see Andover, your real nadir hasn’t been witnessed. Fat stomachs pouring from hipsters and crop tops (with numerous metal adornments), Velour- VELOUR! at .

Man, I even count typos ‘cause I’m always in a rush – so here’s the messy realness: relly, totlly, awesom, hapy, CRAZY, wtf, amazng, bonkers, unbeliveable, litty, so so, gr8, no waye, ohmygod, and yesss.

Team effort leads to human trafficking arrests in Andover